AI and the ladies: Serena
AI shits the bed on Serena, calls her unattractive
Read moreAI shits the bed on Serena, calls her unattractive
Read moreI happen to know that I’m less than a block from Serena. I’m tempted to shoot her a text, to[…]
Read moreRemembering Serena’s broken promises and (my) magic wand.
Read moreBittersweet sadness
Read moreMy affair with Serena is flickering out, and the pain has been overwhelming. I’ve kept my thoughts hidden, too raw and vulnerable. Now, I’m torn between rage and terror, emotions that clash with my rational understanding.
Read moreSixty-nine with Serena. That’s what.
Read moreI find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.
Read moreMore than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.
Read moreSerena is late, and disappoints me just a bit. Turns out, I manage it fine.
Read moreSerena and I attend Chemistry – NYC’s best sex party – for their “Short shorts and booty T’s” party.
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